Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 368 Ghost Town
There is a safe house in the basement of Ping An Building.

At one point, the tightly closed door of the safe house suddenly opened, and a strong stench of corpses wafted out.

In the pitch-black room, a slightly hunched figure, exuding an aura of oppression, slowly emerged.

"Is my other self dead?"

A hoarse, low voice echoed in the corridor, followed by a gust of cold wind, and the figure vanished instantly in the corridor outside the safe house.

Inside the building's conference room, after killing the three ghost tamers in his WeChat Moments, Wang Liang was just about to leave to kill his next target.

But then he sensed something, stopped what he was doing, and looked toward the conference room door.

A gust of eerie wind, carrying a strange, stench of decay, suddenly swept through the conference room.

At the windy spot, a withered corpse, as if it had been dried out for a long time and had no moisture, stood there stiffly.

On his emaciated face, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared wide open, looking ferocious and terrifying.

That's Fang Shiming!
Unlike Fang Shiming, who was killed by Wang Liang before, this Fang Shiming exuded a strong sense of coldness and the stench of corpses, and his physical condition looked no different from that of a vengeful ghost.

"Did you kill the people here? Did you kill the other me too?"

Fang Shiming spoke hoarsely, his tone devoid of doubt, merely a flat statement.

"Fang Shiming? Finally, he's not hiding in his rat hole anymore?" Wang Liang turned his head to look, not surprised at all.

Fang Shiming walked into the conference room, making the stench of death in the room even stronger. He looked at Wang Liang with emotionless eyes.

"You don't seem surprised by my appearance, but it doesn't matter. I didn't find the Ghost Scissors, they're in your hands, aren't they? You interrupted my plans and forced me to come out early. You're going to die today."

Wang Liang couldn't help but chuckle: "Kill me? You?"

Fang Shiming stopped about seven or eight meters in front of Wang Liang. He seemed a little tired, so he twisted his neck and shoulders, bent over and sat down on a crooked chair next to him, a creepy smile squeezed out of his thin face.

"Your ghost realm is impressive, but the battle between supernatural beings is not just about ghost realms."

As soon as Fang Shiming finished speaking, Wang Liang felt a weight on his body, as if a cold corpse had suddenly fallen on his back, heavy and eerie.

A terrifying, oppressive ghost descended, its heavy weight seemingly trying to crush Wang Liang to the ground.

But Wang Liang only slumped his shoulders; he remained standing motionless, without even bending his back.

Possessed by the Slit-Mouthed Woman, an even more terrifying chill gradually emanated from his body as he fought against the supernatural attack on his back.

Seeing that Wang Liang hadn't been crushed, Fang Shiming's smile vanished instantly, and his expression changed.
"impossible."

Wang Liang looked down at Fang Shiming, who was sitting in a chair, deliberately lower than him: "You think you can crush me with just a ghost? Who gave you that confidence?"

gurgling, gurgling.
An eerie sound of flowing water echoed throughout the city, not just in the conference room.

In the city shrouded in deathly grayness and white mist, at this moment, a damp ancient well appeared out of nowhere on each street, shrouded in white mist, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

It was from these ancient wells that the sound of flowing water was inexplicable, as if something was swimming in the water, and the sound echoed throughout the city.

Ghost tamers scattered throughout the city, whether official or civilian, all heard this strange noise. Some were bewildered, while others happened to notice an extra well on the street.

As soon as my gaze shifted, a wet, disheveled head with black hair emerged from the well. The hair was stuck together by the muddy water, obscuring the ghost's face.

Yet, it still made the ghost tamer feel that he was being watched by a vengeful ghost, filling him with fear.

The white fog near the well suddenly thickened, obscuring the female ghost's head.

But the unfamiliar ghost tamer, who had retreated to the wall by the street, dared not relax for a moment, because a dense sound of footsteps suddenly rang out from within the gathering white mist. The previously empty street gradually became crowded.

The thick fog spread outwards, and the terrified ghost tamer could see countless eerie figures appearing and disappearing in the fog. Ignoring them, he continued to walk in a certain direction in the city.

The chaotic, disorganized footsteps carried an even greater psychological pressure, causing the ghost tamer to cower against the wall, too afraid to move an inch.

Such scenes take place on countless streets of this city sealed off by a ghost realm, with Sadako constantly emerging from the ghost well.

In this empty city where there are no ordinary people, only ghost tamers, cold figures have replaced the original inhabitants, turning this city in the ghost realm into a veritable ghost town.

Tsk, tsk.

As the influence of the ghost realm deepened, televisions in some unoccupied rooms spontaneously lit up, flickered erratically a few times, and then began playing the same eerie image.

Grayish-white, withered wood, well. Sadako.

In the scene, Sadako peeks out from the well, silently gazing at the empty living room through her black hair, becoming a readily available medium.

On the street, near the Ping An Building, a pale yellow figure that was climbing an abnormally fast rooftop suddenly stopped again. It was a paper doll that had come to life.

The paper figure looked at the suddenly thickening fog on the street and the numerous eerie figures that appeared and disappeared in the fog. A human-like astonishment appeared on its strange and morbid paper face.

"Are you kidding me? This kind of quantity is also part of that person's supernatural abilities?"

"Ok?"

After the attack failed, Fang Shiming noticed the strange changes in his surroundings.

The air became damp, and the ceiling was covered with blood-stained, muddy water.

tick.

Drops of blood dripped from the ceiling, the crimson stain revealing the cold, heavy corpse on Wang Liang's back.

The combined effect of the ghost blood and the muddy water washed the corpse off Wang Liang's back.

Fang Shiming suddenly stood up, a cold wind carrying the stench of corpses blowing around him, trying to blow away the dripping blood.

This is a kind of eerie wind that can blow ghostly winds, and it is also a very powerful ghost realm.

To Fang Shiming's astonishment, the blood droplets that should have been blown away only lost a layer of color.

The water droplets, now murky again, ignored the blowing of the cold wind and continued to fall, dripping onto him.

The corrosive and eerie pressure caused Fang Shiming's body to sway, and he was soaked to the bone.

He had no choice but to summon back the demon that had failed in its attack and press it back onto his back to protect himself from the water droplets falling from the ceiling.

"What exactly is going on!"

"At your level, it's difficult for me to explain these things to you. Alright, let's get going."

Wang Liang raised his hand, and the surrounding gray-white suddenly deepened, blurring the walls and buildings on all sides.

He forcibly dragged Fang Shiming into the world of the deep ghost realm.

It was only at this moment that Fang Shiming suddenly heard a dense chorus of footsteps.

(End of this chapter)